Autumn

by G Swaminathan

A curse without a cure

An end without a start

A twilight to a night

A flower waiting to wither

A hope without a faith

A walk towards the end

An end not known to us

A journey with one destination

A novel leading to a close

A past without any retrieve

A future without a hope

An irreversible process

Only to relax and wait

For the drawing of the curtains

In the Autumn of our lives as

Ageing is a curse without a cure!

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you very much Mr. Ramesh for your appreciation!q0

G Swaminathan
20-Jun-2021 13:18 PM

Nice composed poem comparing between Autumn and Aging by Poet!

T A Ramesh
20-Jun-2021 08:19 AM